[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=b8860b]Reginald Keystone[/color][/b][/i][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=darkgoldenrod][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Ferry (Cargo -> Venturing Above)
[color=b8860b][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Perception [/center][hr][hr]

	Though it seemed a little more of the labor than George should really have involved himself with, Reginald had to agree that, once they have established that their cargoes had been rummaged through, it was probably best to inform the authority aboard the ship that something was amiss. [color=b8860b]"Capital idea, Mr. Benaszewski."[/color] agreed the Lord Major. [color=b8860b]"And might I impart a brief congratulations on your work ethic, sir. Thank you. Indeed I shall locate the Shipmaster, or emissary thereof, and make report of this. Perhaps they have their own protocol that may bring some measure of resolution. I shall be off then."[/color] 

	Reginald handed over his section of the personal manifest to George, confident in the man's ability to perform the task admirably. [color=b8860b]"I've already made an accounting of this stack..."[/color] he made a motion to an area nearest the end of their allotted cargo section, [color=b8860b]"...to here. Again, I appreciate your efforts, sir."[/color] 

	As the Lord Major made his may around the aisle and out of the area, he fished out his ticket and held it firmly, ready to show it to any who required its presence. Clearing a security point to access the next level above seemed like quite the workable countermeasure to illicit doings, or as an example of the more likely reason, to keep the riff-raff away from influential or moneyed guests of the ship. Unfortunately, neither had occurred that evening, seeing as Vera's room had been ransacked and every piece of their provisioning had been pawed through. The moment he located a person of any standing upon the vessel, he politely but firmly demanded action. 

	[color=b8860b]"Lad! Lad? Ah yes, here we are. There has been theft, sir. Theft and vandalism, which must be accounted for, posthaste! It is [i]imperative[/i] that I speak with the Shipmaster immediately, as this involves matters both academic and military upon his vessel. I shall be most happy to follow you, my good man."[/color] He stood ready to repeat his words in the local Arabic, if necessary to enact a speedy resolution. Otherwise, Reginald stood straight and tall, effecting courtesy as much as perceived authority as only a venerable officer of the British Military might. 



[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=bdb76b]Haring Reddish[/color][/b][/i][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=darkkhaki][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Ferry (Elite Deck, Lounge)
[color=bdb76b][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Perception [/center][hr][hr]

	The Corporal waved away the suggestion that Josephine return his jacket immediately. [color=bdb76b]"Heavens no, Miss Clarke. I shan't even [i]dream[/i] of having that garment back until after we've gotten you away from this [i]unseasonable[/i] wind. No, no. I do perfectly understand that khaki drill is generally most unsuited to a woman of your inestimable bearing (let's face it, it was likely made in some textile mill in [i]Woolwich[/i], of all places),"[/color] He inserted a scoff into his thought, as if the location had greater meaning than it might at face value, [color=bdb76b]"though I daresay it serves its purpose in this climate quite effectively and gives madame a lower profile here in this evening hour."[/color] Reddish gave a vigorous nod as accent to his reasoning. Though he had declined the return of his frock style jacket, he did make sure to link his arm in Josephine's and begin to make his way to the nearby lounge of the Elite Deck. 

	[color=bdb76b]"I've spent many an evening in worse spots than a bit of chill. Though to be quite candid, I do apologize for circumstances that draw attention away from yourself. You are positively radiant in the spotlight, if you'll allow me a moment to gush. I shall try not to make it habit, gushing; at least not [i]around people[/i]. Terribly impolite, that."[/color] 

	The Lounge seemed more barren then Reddish had figured it ought to have been at that hour. Then again, it was the first night of a three day cruise up the Nile. Busy day all around, people were likely tired from their travels just to get to the boat. The Corporal was no exception, but circumstances would have to be very different for him to express anything of the kind. They didn't quite have the bar to themselves, it seemed, but it was becoming quiet for a public place. He even had to make a conscious effort to pitch his own voice at a more socially acceptable volume, difficult as it might have been for him. When they had reached a spot not too out of the way of the persons serving, Reddish placed a quick order. [color=bdb76b]"[i]BARKEE[/i]... <ahem> ...sorry. Barkeep! This fine lady was interested in something formidable to sip upon. Whisky, perhaps?"[/color] he turned to Josephine for a second, [color=bdb76b]"Unless you're a martini girl? I've no intent to overstep."[/color] And back to the bartender, [color=bdb76b]"The lady's pleasure, of course, and a touch of the grape for me. German or Austrian, white and dry if you've got it."[/color] Be it that he was Off Duty, as the Lord Major had stressed more than once, a morning of headaches and lament was best avoided. 

	Then another thought hit him - be it that he was Off Duty, there still should have been some sort of communication between himself and his superior officer, as they were most certainly away from their assigned HQ. It was solid protocol, and a good idea anyway, as their mission had proven so far to be hazardous. He produced a pocketwatch, common but well kept and in excellent working order. As he noted the time, an eyebrow raised just a hair. Reddish smiled and tucked away his watch. [color=bdb76b]"Miss Clarke? I would like you to know that I have had a positively wonderful time with you thusfar. Just amazing. I can fully understand why you are an unparalleled [i]angel[/i] of the Silver Screen..."[/color] he had the good sense to lower his tone while mentioning the particulars of her occupation, [color=bdb76b]"...and I am remarkably happy, giddy even, to see that it is [i]robustly[/i] deserved in person as well. And might I add, madame, that you wear that dress with [i]all the[/i] beauty of a symphony. Breathtaking, really; you are [i]truly[/i] exquisite."[/color] 

	And then the other shoe had to be dropped. [color=bdb76b]"But I must ask your forgiveness for something. A matter of military regulation, really. Following this drink, I must attend to receiving an 'All's Well' from my superior. Protocol for keeping in regular communication whilst away from base. You may attend with me if you like (it shouldn't take but a moment), or I could escort you elsewhere, if your preferences dictate. Oh, which I will understand [i]utterly[/i], of course. Woman's prerogative is a sacred and powerful thing, I do firmly believe. But until this drink has been sipped to its last, I would just [i]adore[/i] hearing more about you. For instance, what was your favorite 'on location' site?"[/color] He smiled genuinely, if a little forlorn. His commitment to his duties were an important part of who he was, even if it did mean occasionally straining the boundaries of etiquette with those he had no desire to disappoint.